I was once young and more foolish.
One weekend, I and a friend went out to join his family for a hunting trip in the northern Alberta wilderness. It wasn’t too remote. There was a forestry road that went out to the site, but it was pretty rough over the last bit. I think we took quads for the final bit.
Now I didn’t actually do any hunting. I was just hanging around and having a good time. That evening, after dinner, we sat around and talked and played crib. We also drank beer. To conceal the names of the innocent let’s call the folks: Blaire, Broy, Biane, Bat and Bodd.
Broy and I made up one team playing crib. Blaire and Bat were on the other team. My team talked a lot of smack. Oh, we mocked our opponents mercilessly as we played. As we played and as we won. After our first win came our first skunk. We were playing awesome.
Have I mentioned before that I’m not the best cribbage player? I’m decent at cards, but I often either take risks – like playing on a pair when I know the triple is possible and it might even allow a 31 for 8 points pegging. I also just get a bit careless sometimes. When I am focused I am pretty good, but I play for fun not for winning so I can give up that focus pretty easily.
I’ve also never been a heavy drinker. I’m no lightweight like others I know, but I’ve never been a ‘drink a case on my own’ sort of fellow either. I have no idea how many beer I had consumed, but it was certainly enough that I wasn’t laser focused on the game. I was counting on my partner to pull my weight. Of course, Broy was three sheets to the wind himself.
This only elevated our mocking to new heights. And oh what heights we hit. Until…
We realized that our opponents were cheating. Table talk – check. Card showing – check. Card passing – check. Deck stacking – check. It was when our desperate foes got to this final point that it finally penetrated our alcoholic stupor that they were cheating. Flagrantly cheating!
And yet they were still losing!
And our mocking reached stratospheric heights and we added additional vituperative condemnation of our opponents.
That pretty much ended the game. Besides which I had started to reach the point where the room began to move independently of my own motions. Up until then, it was embarrassing for others. The next part is where I made a fool of myself.
I quickly tuned in for the night, but when my head hit the pillow the room began to rotate around me. First it would go one way and then it would go the other. I recognized the symptoms and I knew what was coming next. I wandered back to the main room.
Troy’s Mom, Biane asked, “Are you OK?”
“Thure,” I answered. “Do you have anything to eat?”
“I think I’ve got a granola bar or two. Did you not get enough from supper?”
Supper had been delicious. I have no idea what it was, but I am pretty sure I had eaten more than my share.
“No. I had plenty. But I’m about to go out and throw it all up,” I said. “When I get back, I’m sure I’ll be hungry again.”
I was in a little bit of a hurry and the room was still moving unnervingly on its own so I ended the conversation abruptly and moved quickly outside. Upon my return I accepted the proffered granola bar and ate in quickly as I returned to bed.
It was delicious. With its comforting weight in my belly, I fell quickly to sleep. When I awoke, after I drank copious amounts of orange juice and was able to focus on my surroundings, I found out that my actions were seen as a little remarkable. Apparently, most people don’t want to eat right after losing their supper.
But, darn it, I was hungry!